Chapter 43 The Morning Party

Simply incomprehensible.

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak all the way, and didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui talking, so he put on his earphones and closed his eyes to sleep. The random broadcast of the daily tweets seemed to be cast by someone, and the lyrics directly poked Zhou Ziheng's heart.

[Dangers what we're doing. All we do is play with fire.

We lock lips to ruin. We kiss to ruin.

Don't you trust love? Don't you believe in love?

Never trust love. Never trust. ]

What a broken song, Zhou Ziheng irritably pressed the remote control of the earphone twice and changed the song. The music in the headphones changed from a psychedelic electronic girl voice to simple guitar chords.

[We all know how to play the game, looking for happiness with the lowest risk

Confession is not among the options, it doesn't matter if it backfires

The topic should jump smartly, the distance should be ambiguous and light

No matter who crosses the line first, it should be forgotten after tomorrow]

Excuse me?

Who wrote the daily calculation method of this music app?

Is it the devil?

Zhou Ziheng unlocked the lock and was about to open the daily playlist to see what devil songs were pushed to him today. Who knows, a WeChat message popped up.

[Ke Zi: Brother Heng, when are you going back to Beijing? The fourth child came back from the team a few days ago. Let’s go out together. ]

The fourth child also grew up with him in the same military command. He was a slut and he was not that close to him, but he was considered a child who grew up together.

[Heng Heng: I'm not going, I'm going back to Beijing to audition, the schedule is full recently. ]

[Ke Zi: Can we not earn this hard money? What are you planning to fly around like a superman all day long, you can't even have private entertainment, you look at your 20s, you don't even have a relationship, you go out for a walk, but if you look good, you are over 180 Who is single mother and womb. ]

[Heng Heng: The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry. ]

[Ke Zi: Brother Ke, I’m handsome and good-natured and don’t care about your little idiot. After all, you won’t still think about that young lady when you were a child. It’s all about the rotten millet. People might get married and have children now. It's all soy sauce, can't you change someone else's mind? ]

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to slap him. But when he saw the words "change someone's mind", he felt guilty. Although he is only 20 years old, he has been a serious artist for 14 years. He has been in the circle for so long, and there are many people chasing him, but he has never been moved. It is not that he really has no expectations for love. Just because of a childhood memory, it is still difficult to calm down.

To be honest, he almost can't remember what that girl looks like, and sometimes he feels like a fool in retrospect.

I thought it would always be like this, waiting in the vast crowd. Who would have thought that another person would appear on the rampage, still a man, no, a scumbag.

But Zhou Ziheng had to admit that he was really tempted.

It is true that the guilt of empathy has changed his personal concerns, but it is completely changed from one difficult to settle to another.

[Ke Zi: Why didn't you come back? You won't be unhappy. ]

[Heng Heng: I'm not happy with your hammer. ]

[Ke Zi: If you don’t feel unhappy, you can change your avatar. A little flower has been worn for so many years, and the girls will be sullen. ]

[Hengheng: Go away. ]

Zhou Ziheng exited the chat interface and clicked on his avatar.

"Here we are, get off Ziheng~" Shang Sirui stretched his waist and put on his hat, and pushed Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng staring at his avatar, and followed him in a daze, and then he was about to stand up.

Zhou Ziheng responded and put the phone back in his pocket and got out of the car.

The rooms of the three of them are on the same floor, and the assistants' rooms are two floors downstairs. When they got on the elevator, they discussed it and decided to go back to their room to take a shower before going to Shang Sirui's room.

Shang Sirui lived at the end of the corridor, Xia Xiqing lived next to him, and Zhou Ziheng was in the opposite room.

Halfway through the bath, Xia Xiqing remembered that he didn't bring a change of clothes. He came out of Xia Zhixu's house with nothing, and he didn't want to wear the hotel bathrobe. So he came out of the bathroom naked, wrapped the quilt around him and thought about what to do.

Shang Sirui is shorter than him, so his clothes must be uncomfortable.

Thinking this way, Zhou Ziheng is still reliable. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt, quickly sent a WeChat message.

Zhou Ziheng, who was blowing his hair, heard the phone ring and walked over to take a look.

[Terrorist: Handsome guy, borrow some clothes to wear. ]

Does this person have a habit of wearing other people's clothes?

[Moral model: Do not borrow. ]

[Terrorist: OK, then I'll play with you naked. ]

……

[Moral Pacer: What kind of clothes do you want? ]

Xia Xiqing looked at WeChat and laughed non-stop, why is this person so funny.

[Terrorist: Just come with a set. I didn't bring a change of clothes. ]

Zhou Ziheng opened his suitcases, turned them out one by one, and collapsed on the bed.

[Moral pacesetter: I asked Ronaldinho to buy it for you. ]

[Terrorist: Brother, this is almost too soon. Where can you buy Ronaldinho? Come on, I won't pick, oh yes, there are also panties. ]

Just looking at these words, Zhou Ziheng could imagine Xia Xiqing's cynical expression.

[Moral Pacer: ...I have nothing new. ]

[Terrorist: Just wash it. Anyway, I won't wear anything you take less, you can decide. ]

Sitting on the bed and waiting for about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door outside. Xia Xiqing stepped on the floor with his bare feet wrapped in a quilt. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Ziheng wearing cotton black long sleeves and gray trousers. The fresh school grass looks like in the novel.

This face is really getting better and better. Xia Xiqing sighed at his high-standard aesthetics.

"Come on." Reaching out from a corner of the quilt, Xia Xiqing leaned against the door and smiled at Zhou Ziheng.

His hair was not blown at all. After sitting for a long time, only the top of his head was dry. The water droplets ran down the slightly longer strands of hair a little bit, and accumulated on the tips of the black hair, rubbing against his fair neck, dripping on the collarbone and exposing large areas. 's chest.

Before he came, Zhou Ziheng was mentally prepared, thinking that he would hide in the bathroom like the heroine on TV, and stretch out a hand from the door to take his clothes. Who knows what it is like. He lowered his eyes to look away.

"Come in." Unable to let go, Xia Xiqing hooked his ankle with his foot, and took his shoulder to slap the door, trying to close the door. Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was wrong. When the door slammed shut, he thought that he could leave his clothes and leave, so why did he come in?

Impressed.

Xia Xiqing walked back to the bed with his bare feet facing him. Zhou Ziheng's eyes involuntarily glanced at his bare feet on the ground. His ankles were very white with deep depressions on both sides. The ankle bone is raised, and then the line of the slender and smooth calf goes up.

Crazy, crazy, what is he looking at.

With a feverish mind, Zhou Ziheng stepped forward and threw his clothes on the bed, half-backed his head and finished what he had to say, "What I've found are the ones that haven't been worn a few times and are similar to new ones, so the size is probably not suitable for you. Just wear it, don't give it back to me..."

"It's a little inappropriate, your size is really not small."

Xia Xiqing's words interrupted him, Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, and saw Xia Xiqing leading his black underwear with both hands, smiling ambiguous, "The children are so well nourished now."

Zhou Ziheng's ears burned in a panic, and he rushed up to grab his underwear back with a single stride, and his hair exploded without any concealment, "If you talk so much, stop wearing it!"

Xia Xiqing's quilt, who had stretched out both hands just now, fell to his waist, and his entire upper body was exposed. He smiled innocently and looked up at Zhou Ziheng, "Vacuum. That won't work, walking leaks and freezing. with my baby."

"Dirty." Zhou Ziheng viciously dropped these words and turned to leave. He had just taken two steps before turning around and throwing his panties on the bed. He turned and walked quickly and left Xia Xiqing's room, closing the door with a slam.

Xia Xiqing was with the tourists in the zoo who were teasing the lion cubs. Watching him fry his hair made him feel very happy. Looking at the black panties thrown on the quilt by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing clicked his tongue twice.

To tell the truth, the size is really not small.

Ordinary people can't stand it...

As soon as Zhou Ziheng returned to his room, Shang Sirui's news was sent. As if urging his life, he didn't sit down, took a sip of cold water and went to his room. Shang Sirui's room door was not closed, he sat on the bed with his face mask on, and there were sushi, sashimi and sake on the table beside the sofa.

As soon as he saw Zhou Ziheng come in, Shang Sirui jumped off the bed excitedly, dragged him to sit on the sofa, and tried his best to give him Amway's food.

This mouth is not a shopping guide, it's a shame. Zhou Ziheng was thinking, and found a bottle of iced vodka on the table, "You ordered this too?"

"Yup."

"You're crazy." Zhou Ziheng frowned, "This drink has a lot of stamina, do you still want to go out tomorrow?"

"It's okay. Didn't I tell you? I don't have work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep until the afternoon." Shang Sirui pursed his lips, pinched his fingers, and threw himself on Zhou Ziheng's shoulders pitifully. "I haven't slept enough for a week."

Zhou Ziheng pushed him away with a look of disgust, "As you wish, I have to fly back to Beijing tomorrow, I won't drink."

"You can drink it with sake." Shang Sirui crooked his arm, "You can't pour it with two sips, is it a man?"

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes and heard a voice at the door.

"Xi Qing? Just close the door." Shang Sirui took off his mask, patted his face, and the essence splashed on Zhou Ziheng's face. Zhou Ziheng disliked it so much that he simply stood up.

The door is closed.

Xia Xiqing walked in from the porch, Zhou Ziheng's eyes couldn't help but look over, and saw that he was wearing a gray-blue long-sleeved sweater that was one size larger. Rolled up, exposing the smooth ankle bone.

He was originally quite tall, but his clothes made him look petite. I don’t know where the hair tie he turned out from, and the bangs that were tied up were too long to stand up like an apple stalk. The action flickered.

Seeing his clothes on him, Zhou Ziheng felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and he froze in place unconsciously.

It's quite normal to wear it on your own, but how can it be on him...

Weirdly pure.

"Yo, the handsome man deliberately stood up to welcome me."

When he spoke, he suppressed Zhou Ziheng's throbbing for a second.

He sat back on the sofa awkwardly, picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth.

Xia Xiqing walked up to Zhou Ziheng and intended to sit down. Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was unmoved, he kicked his feet. Shang Sirui had eyesight and sat on the other sofa. Zhou Ziheng reluctantly moved to this place. On the other end of the double sofa, let Xia Xiqing sit down.

Shang Sirui put the chopsticks into Xia Xiqing's hand and praised, "Xiqing, your dress looks so good, what brand?"

"It's not..." As soon as Xia Xiqing opened his mouth, he was squeezed by his chin and shoved a piece of sushi into his mouth. He stared at Zhou Ziheng with wide eyes, but the other party lowered his head and poured himself a glass of sake as if nothing had happened.

Shang Sirui gave Zhou Ziheng a wink with a smile, "You two are finally not pissed off."

"Who's pissed off?" Zhou Ziheng drank half a cup of sake and put the cup back on the coffee table with a bang.

"Who knows if you're angry, I'm not blind." Shang Sirui whispered a few words, and then changed the subject as if he didn't say anything, "Eat, eat, I'm starving to death."

Xia Xiqing finished chewing the sushi in his mouth, took Zhou Ziheng's glass, raised his head and drank the half glass of wine he had not finished.

Zhou Ziheng was taken aback and snatched the cup from his hand, "You won't take the new one next to you."

"You've already fed me sushi, but you're afraid I'll use your cup." Xia Xiqing stretched out the tip of his red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, which had leaked a little sake, "I don't dislike the new or the old."

A double entendre. Zhou Ziheng panicked when he heard this light and airy tone. He could only pretend that he didn't understand, and silently bowed his head to eat.

While eating, Shang Sirui swiped the comments under the selfie he just took while holding his mobile phone, and shared with them endlessly, "Mom, this is too fast, I can't even read it."

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiqing asked casually, and Shang Sirui just found one and read it out, "Sansan actually attacked! Xiqing is so cute, I miss the day..." Shang Sirui finished reading in one breath Glancing at Xia Xiqing, he leaned on the sofa and laughed non-stop.

Xia Xiqing shrugged, "I'm used to it. Every time I scan Weibo, the word I see the most is 'Thinking about the Sun'."

If these ignorant girls know that you are an unscrupulous scumbag, see if they want to live. Zhou Ziheng, who was eating in silence, slandered inwardly.

"That's because you are so good-looking. Your face is now a movie face, that kind of beautiful face with a story." Shang Sirui opened the bottle of ice with a whip while blowing the rainbow fart. I poured myself some vodka. He suddenly had an idea, "Hey, let's just drink so much, let's play games."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, "The recording of the program makes me feel bad when I hear the word game."

"You know now that Killer is not good." Shang Sirui sighed, "My little heart almost jumped out in the last issue. Don't talk about it, let's do it," Shang Sirui put the bottle of small The young man quickly picked up the empty sake, poured out the last bit of wine, cleared out a few packing boxes, and placed the wine bottle sideways in the middle, "There's no card here, we'll just play the most old-fashioned truth-telling. Take an adventure."

Zhou Ziheng was expressionless, "I object."

Shang Sirui quickly retorted with a smile, "The objection is invalid. You have to listen to me after eating my meal."

Xia Xiqing smiled lazily, "I have no opinion."

Of course you have no opinion, and you don't speak the truth. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

They are all public figures, and it is unrealistic to play big adventures, so the rules can only be changed. "Whoever turns the bottle mouth will tell the truth. The other two people can discuss and ask a question, which must be answered."

"Then what if you don't want to answer?" Zhou Ziheng asked, "There are times when you can't answer."

Shang Sirui gave a long hum, then raised his chin all of a sudden, "Then drink a whole glass of vodka."

At the beginning of the game, the three of them didn't let go. Zhou Ziheng was lucky, and he was never selected by the bottle mouth, but Shang Sirui himself had at least three drinks and his face turned red. Zhou Ziheng swept Xia Xiqing out of the corner of his eye, and he also drank a cup, but he seemed to be nothing. That's right, a prodigal like him should have a lot of alcohol.

"Hey, no, no, no," Shang Sirui waved his hand, and wanted to change the rules, "Everyone can only use up to three chances to stop the wine, and he must answer the question."

As soon as the rules were changed, Shang Sirui pinched the middle of the bottle with his fingers and turned it around. The green translucent glass bottle circled on the table, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped and went straight. Pointing at Zhou Ziheng.

Really unlucky. Zhou Ziheng was thinking about tomorrow's plane, but he really didn't want to be inquired about his privacy, so he decided to drink a glass of vodka.

"The amount of alcohol is so poor." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated without warning. Zhou Ziheng attributed this to the side effects of alcohol. He straightened his back and wiped his lips randomly with the back of his hand.

"I heard that people with poor alcohol intake will have bad luck at the wine table." Xia Xiqing tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, his collarbone protruding from the oversized neckline, glowing white under the hotel lights.

Are all southerners so white? The heat of the alcohol made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

"Come, come, come again. Xi Qing comes and goes."

Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently held the cylindrical bottle. Zhou Ziheng always thought his hand was beautiful, but at this time, he was embarrassed to look at it, so he could only turn his head in a daze.

"Ah! It's Ziheng again! Hahaha, is Xiqing's mouth open?"

"What?" Zhou Ziheng looked at the table with a shocked expression and pointed directly at his wine bottle, "Don't play anymore, don't play anymore."

"Hey, is it a man, you." Shang Sirui was drunk and spoke with a big tongue, but still grabbed Zhou Ziheng reluctantly, "Hey, I can't drink this time, I have to think about a question... um When was your first love?"

Zhou Ziheng gave up on himself, "I have no first love, and my mother and child are single."

"What? I don't believe it." Shang Sirui put his palm to his mouth and whispered, his cheeks flushed, "I've had girlfriends before."

"Sirui, you are too easy to get drunk." Xia Xiqing held a wine glass, turning his wrists gently, shaking the wine in the glass, supplementing Shang Sirui's questions, his tone was soft, as if flirting, "Then you always Someone you like," he said, his beautiful peach eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng's profile, the arc of the end of his eyes rose slightly, which was very seductive.

"When was the first time you fell in love with someone?"

Shang Sirui was immediately excited, "Yes! It's the first time... When was the first time you liked someone, and who was it! Just have two drinks without saying a word!"

Zhou Ziheng stared at the wine glass on the table, thinking of the chat with Zhao Ke in the car just now.

If Xia Xiqing was not present, he might be able to tell this incident as a joke, anyway, Shang Sirui is too drunk, so he may not remember it. But Xia Xiqing was sitting next to him, and he was suddenly speechless.

But he quickly refuted his guilty conscience.

What can't be said, isn't it just unrequited love? As if afraid of him...

"Speak quickly."

"Six years old."

Shang Sirui screamed, "Fuck! Zhou Ziheng is awesome! It's too early for you to wake up!"

Zhou Ziheng scratched his hair irritably, "It can't be considered a love at all, it was the first time I was acting, and I was so nervous that I trembled when I saw the camera, and I was filming in the park again, there were so many people, I couldn't make it through several times, rest I sneaked away while I was there, and I met a girl, she took care of me and folded it for me..." He suddenly paused, "Encourage me, if it wasn't for meeting her, I might not have acted. already."

Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, but it was more like a skinny smile, "Girl? How old is a girl?"

"Oh my God, what fairy plot is this, childhood sweetheart!" Shang Sirui giggled.

Zhou Ziheng kicked him, "much taller than me, probably my sister."

"Sister?" Shang Sirui laughed even more exaggerated.

"What direction are you taking?" Zhou Ziheng impatiently grabbed the wine bottle with his hand, wanting to ask this question as soon as possible, "Okay, let me turn it around."

Xia Xiqing didn't make fun of him about this, but just sat on the side eating slowly. This made Zhou Ziheng a little surprised, but he was too lazy to think about it. It is estimated that such a child's story is not eye-catching for a veteran like him, and it is not even a joke.

With the force of the wrist, the wine bottle turned all at once.

Dozens of seconds passed, and the bottle mouth finally stopped slowly and leisurely in front of Xia Xiqing.

"Xi Qing! Xi Qing! Xi Qing..." Shang Sirui was completely drunk.

Xia Xiqing looked resigned, and touched Shang Sirui with his toes, "What question do you want to ask?"

The dizzy Shang Sirui smirked and repeated Xia Xiqing's words, "What question do you want to ask~"

Zhou Ziheng took the end of his chopsticks and knocked on his forehead, causing Shang Sirui to cover his head and scream.

For a while, no one asked Xia Xiqing who lost the game, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.In fact, many questions flashed through Zhou Ziheng's mind in an instant. He has always known nothing about Xia Xiqing. As Shang Sirui said, he is obviously a person with a story.

But he couldn't ask.

"I don't even ask, then I'll fine myself." Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly under the warm yellow light of the hotel, he picked up the glass full of vodka, and raised his head just to pour it inI heard Zhou Ziheng's question being delayed for too long.

"...Why are you afraid of the dark?"